To be under the spell of the cover of moon
Is wonderful. Yet I don’t know what the moon is.
To be under the spell of the cover of doom
Is gothic-like. Yet I can’t stand melancholic decease
To be under the spell of the cover of fame
Is fantastic. Still I can’t be famous at all
To be under the spell of the cover of rain
Is nice. Obviously, I can’t feel wet in my soul
So, I want to be under spell of the night
When you are the night. Let I don’t know it well
I don’t know the darkness. I don’t care for a light
I do not know YOU. I am under your spell.
The Spell
© Copyright: Эрика Брюнхильд, 2006
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